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Times to end
Times to fly
Time may be the clue
To the things that are due

Fifty things, one second
Solitary life, two to survive
Many gambles on door
One opportunity to adore
Or if a wing passes by
Heard my cries out of blue
One two three ticks to go
Times to end
Times to fly
Time may be the clue
To the things that are due

Second life on run
Revenge on knife
Aspiration of blocks
Guarantee sucks it up
Falling from the sky
Lands up on the rock
One past to try
Entirely lost to being
Times to end
Times to fly
Time may be the clue
To the things that are due

If to get something back
I take a turn on tick
One two three to go
Being to be the lissom wick
To stop everything on time
I need numbers from one to nine
& to have a chance being mine
I need another life in line
But when I ran to see
My dream tends to tell me
Times to end
Times to fly
Time may be the clue
To the things that are due

If there is one more sec
I may stand on my feet
To make every wrong count
And to correct every bit
If I may I, would try to perceive
Getting to home was never easy
But I live it up and choose to lit
How much pieces left now fit

Times to end
Times to fly
Time may be the clue
To the things that are due

Like this:

Three cheers to my life
Disappointment lies in disguise
I may matter to the whole world
But all that matters to me
Is in the terms when I connect with you
Chances are that I may end up
Falling for you

True symphonies are made on love
When I see you, I see none above
Here I’m taking a stand
Working openly on a humble chance
Surprise as lame it seems
It’s my calling to have a breakthrough
Chances are that I may end up
Falling for you

After some people deceived me
And told me lies beneath the sea
I ended up falling on the shore
Relentlessly swaying to the waves
Here when you hold my hands
And then I began to see
I am alive as I ought to realize
The chances were so bright then
That I ended up falling on thee

No more disappointments to decline me
I worship my love for entirety
You’re the one who holds my heart
And the charm that never deceived me
Of the very thinking of you sparked
Like a concealed part in my life to see
There I finally standing in front of few
To being ended up falling for you

Even if I fail now to be back
I just want you to know
I will try my best to tell
& Let the whole world know
You matter to me and will be
My heart connects with you
No chances to count
I am in love with you
If you wish to love me back
I am standing in front door of the blue

When the rain starts pouring
On their way to be free
I wondered here being far
If I could see a shallow me
Of the beautiful flowers
That crosses me inside the path
I trade what is left to gift
The wettest shadow of dart
There if you could imagine some spells
Those start their journey from the leaves
Starting to pour from the sky
To churning between the feet
Sometimes I think for a while
What if it just came to see?
Even so chances are bleak
It many end up falling on me
If I tried picking it up in my eyes
And to smell it softly
I may very well get the nexus of life
Dealing with the charm of festivity
Purposeful treasure of this rain
I met in this hour of distress
Splendid self-written look to wear
In the rain book of this year

“Rain book is a not just a poem. It’s an essence of my life. In the middle of the year when the rain starts to shower, I see what has been over and what is left to my power. I write it all down & hide under the safe, to open with the coming of middle year and be amazed of the rain. It’s better than the starting as it’s not even the end. It’s the way to see it as half better in change & half in pain.”

Like this:

For the decent play of my life
When I danced there
Other times when I cried
My toes did sometimes hurt for a while
Still then I got them to try
Some moves were more round
Some other swayed with the sounds
Rhythms of love made us wet
Felt us being together
Like the first time we met
Pouring my smiling eyes
Over the dramas of the set
Together we made a great pair
Our mysteries was the only thing fair
Colors of the darkest deep
Made us young to every beat
When we tried to still our hands
The passion wrote wonders on sand
And when we walked for a mile
It’s the only path which seemed worth while
The kisses we shared can’t be forgotten ever
Nothing in this love will ever be denied
The only decent part I played in my entire life

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I am Sakshi. This blog is about the bits and pieces that I did experienced in life. Many things I felt, many things people made me felt and that jolted me enough to catch it on a paper . These are my few times and phases of life also bringing solution in some ways. I hope it enlightens others as well. As for me I like the smell of earth, the touch of waves, the taste of berries, the sight of trees, the sound of laughter and the feeling of being fully alive.

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